Mudhound
Thunderclan Hornet | They/them | 40 Moons
Bilingual T3 | Flock Together T3 | Rapid Recovery | Killer Aptitude T3
Ooooh look! Guests! Struggling for a moment to dislodge their tongue from a long piece of fur around Bumblebreaks ear they'd been (over) grooming the tripod eventually did, leaving the fluff a bit drooly as they chirped out a "Heya Treetiger! Im doing good! The coughing has stopped and though breathing still feels a bit hard at times thats better too! Leg dont hurt no more and now its just a bit stiff! Howre you? Doing ok? Meddie stuff can be stressful so be sure to take breaks and do non meddie stuff, if you wanna hang out Im right here hehehe~" Honestly given how well the tripod looked and how energetic they were they were probably good to move back to the warriors den, though common sense said they werent going without the rest of the cuddle puddle.
Though with how hyper they were all cooped up and refusing to leave there would be consequences. Ie: endless talking.
Peering at the herby work the tripod piped up to Dragonflypaw, trying to be helpful and chirping out a "Lotsa herbs are good for infection like chervil! Especially now in new leaf with everything blooming, Treetiger is right and smart though some herbs are better to stop it then like fixy it. Marigold is the most common used but Springli- Spring" Prooooobably shouldntve mentioned that name around Bumblebreak " said that its not the strongest. Goldrenrod though helps stop the bleeding faster as well as the infectiony stuff though I dunno how but the flowers die in leaffall, like marigold. Theyre both chewy herbs though not eaty.
In a pinch I remember that honey can prevent infection buuuuuuut its so hard to get because bees are ow and better for like, eating for treating sore throats and coughing and giving energy and- oh! Viviviivivii! If drinking is too much maybe you should try honey! Its not water but it kiiinda helps hydra-something like water does but less and maybe its not mean to you like water." Beautiful logic there but honestly? The logic logiced, honey was thicker and not much like water so if Violetfreckle was on the brink of dehydration again maybe she could manage to drink the honey as a last ditch effort.
"Honestly I kinda know more bone healy herbs then infection. Huh." Funny that given they'd recently pulverized a now healed rib.
Because Mudhound was talking enough for the whole cuddle pile, Violetfreckle opted to stay mostly silent during this check-up. She watched the other cats scurry about and around as needed, trying to pay attention a little at the mention of herbs but honestly, not gleaning much from all the talking. The urge to just zone out overtook the gnawing feeling in her belly that told her it was foolish to rely on the medicine cats. Though the feeling was still there, of course. Vi couldn't just zone out guilt-free.
Speaking of Vi, there was her name coming a million miles per hour out of Mudhound's mouth. At this, she perked up with a small mrrp and considered. Honey? After a long pause, the tabby clicked her tongue. She'd forgotten her mouth was a bit dry. Then again, it was also just kind of something she'd grown used to by this point. She wasn't super dehydrated anymore—Mudhound and Bumblebreak had certainly helped that—but still. "Could try it," she finally mused, voice a bit raspy. Truthfully, Violetfreckle thought it was a waste of time and especially of honey considering the stuff was so hard to get. But she didn't quite have it in her to tell Mudhound that.
Vi hadn't quite realized she had been asked how she was doing. She thought this was a Bumblebreak checkup more than anything, to be honest. Which was necessary. If her mate died one more time, especially from something so preventable as negligence, Violetfreckle would become Violentfreckle. No guilty soul would be spared.
(Art credit goes to Starfall)
DRAGONFLYPAW
Thunderclan Medicine Cat Apprentice ~ 10 moons ~ She/Her
"If you're going to be mean, then do it elegantly."
Prison Escape T1 | Silver Tongue T1
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Mantispaw
Dragonflypaw looked up from where she was sorting herbs, ears twitching at her sister's voice. Tail flicking very slightly, the Medicine Cat Apprentice observed quietly at Treetiger spoke to her. Her mentor seemed to hate both her and her siblings- The cream speckled she-cat didn't know why, but someday, she would find out. With a slight twitch of her mouth indicating she tried to smile. Listening, the apprentice padded over, sunrise coloured eyes flashing. "Loss of appetite and throwing up." She murmured, commiting to memory. She could use them symptoms later on once they figured out what was wrong. She didn't know any illnesses really, so this was probably more Tree's problem to sort out. Dragonflypaw gave the tiniest purr to Mantis. "Hello sister." Is all she said.
Orangeflower
Dragonflypaw smelt the arrival of a new cat, an interesting smell, but didn't look up from where she was studying a poppy, carefully removing the bad seeds. At her mentor's call, however, the apprentice looked up, eyes flashing, and put the flower down before coming over. The dark russet and brown she-cat peered closely at the queen, eyes sharp. "I'm not sure. Some sort of stomach bug, maybe? Probably something else though, if she hasn't thrown up or anything." That was said with doubt in her voice. The apprentice didn't know enough to make any assumptions yet, so she simply committed the symptoms to memory so that she knew what they were for future reference. She stared after her mentor for a second when she left it look through the herb storage, wondering if she would mess up her perfectly ordered herbs again.
Drizzlepaw
Dragonflypaw wasn't actually doing much this time around- Just chilling, suppose. At her mentor's beckoning, the apprentice rose gracefully to her paws and glided over, yellow eyes bright, but still with that signature dark twinkle in them. She eyed the other apprentice with a mild, veiled interest, eyes sharp. With a twitch of her tail, she sat down near them, dainty paws tucked neatly under her curled tail. What was Drizzlepaw in here for, she wondered. He didn't look injured at all. Or even really sick.
Cuddle Puddle
Dragonflypaw was on her feet in an instant, sunrise coloured eyes flashing and alert. At Treetiger's words, the apprentice simply disappeared, melting out of the den to get prey. She picked up three pieces as per her instructions- Three plump mice. She figured they were big enough, since injured cats didn't usually eat much. She padded back in gracefully, tail twitching, and dropped the prey down nearby. Listening to Tree's instructions, she nodded, committing Chervil, to memory. With a glance to Bumblebreak, Dragonflypaw lifted the small leaves into her mouth, chewing steadily. They left a gross taste on her tongue, but she chewed them anyways.
After a moment, she gathered the cobwebs into her paws and spat out the herbs. With an internal grimace, she started applying them Bumble's wounds, eyes sharp with concentration. After a moment, she pressed slightly harder, hoping she didn't hurt the Hornet, and stuck them securely. Looking at Tree, she said, "Done." And waited.
Treetiger was pulled back to reality at Dragonflypaw's simple statement. That was only when she caught the yapping from Mudhound. Somehow, she got lost in her own little world and heard nothing from anyone but the one cat she actually wanted to hear from. So, while Mudhound's initial questions and statements would go unanswered, Treetiger did catch and retain the comments of Marigold and Goldenrod. Next, was honey. Her eyes flitted towards Mudhound momentarily, thinking on the herb storage. She was pretty sure she had some honey in there.
Refocus. The task at paw, first. Her gaze went over the work of Dragonflypaw, giving the apprentice a simple nod before her paws lazily dragged across the den floor towards the herb storage. "Offer them your prey items," she casually called over her shoulder as she pulled the sticky golden honeycomb from the storage. She'd break it in half, the goo dripping to the ground. She'd grimace at the feeling and mess before each half was placed on a large leaf. She'd carry one back over to Violetfreckle, plopping it in front of her. "Feel free," she pushed the leaf towards her, studying her reaction, but looking away if any eye contact was threatened.
"No pains? Requests?" she'd ask simply without breaking her focus on the warrior before her. The question was aimed at all three of them, only evident by the raised volume of her normally softer voice.
- Fadingpaw -
- He/They - 15 Moons - ThunderClan Apprentice -
- A large dark brown tom with a darker back and lighter underbelly, a missing hind leg -
Wolf is not out as demi yet !!
cw; self-hate, depression, mild ptsd
Heal...Himself. The former medic flinched, trying to keep himself from bolting. That was not what he came for. He came to be healed and leave. Fadingpaw clenched his jaws, trying not to choke on the blood he still felt surrounded by.
Slowly, the medic shakily made his way over to the herb storage, Dull green eyes scanning over the herbs. It hurt to be in here, to look at the herbs, to look at the den. It reminded him of what he had done, how he failed. It was such a stupid mistake.
First he needed to...clean. Clean the wound off. He grabbed some moss and dipped it in the stream inside the den. Fadingpaw then sat down - A very rare sight, that last happened over 10 moons ago - and ignored how weird it felt sitting, grabbing the wet moss with a paw and pushing it against his muzzle. He repeated it another time to ensure it was clean before standing up limping back to the herb storage, disposing of the moss as well. Despite how much he hated it, he was in his element here.
Fadingpaw wiped away the tears that welled at his eyes, and reached for some horsetail before pausing. Instead, he grabbed chervil, chewing up the herb while reaching for a cobweb. Once the herb was chewed up into a poultice, he spat it out onto the cobweb. He laid down grabbing the cobweb-chervil pair and pressing it against the spot on his muzzle that gave him pain.
He used his claws to gently move the cobweb out of the way of his nose so he could breathe. The application was probably messy since he couldn't see his muzzle, but that should do good enough.
The tom snapped out of his mindset, his eyes growing sadder once more. It was strange - he never realized how much it was like being in a trance while healing.
"C-Cl. Een. W-Wou.nd. C-Cher.vi.l. Im-fect. ons." That was all he would stutter out without the feeling of the lump in his throat suffocating him. That and the fact his wound went from above the mouth to his chin, meaning the cobweb had to cover part of his mouth.
The large tom's fur started bristling when his dull green eyes landed on the warriors still in the den - Bumble, Violetfreckle and... Muddy. He winced, quickly looking away. He didn't have the guts or the heart to approach them. After all, after what happened, he probably lost the cat that had raised him and cared for him when nobody else had.
The only reason Fadingpaw lingered in the horrid den was so the medic(s) could examine his method. The large cat would wait to be dismissed - he didn't want to worsen relationships that were already sunken. His slow movements while healing should have left time for Treetiger to examine
She caught that second guessing as Fadingpaw reached for the first herb before settling with the second. Her gaze hardened a little at the lack of words. That was not what she'd asked. "Why'd you reach for the first one? What's the benefit of switching to Chervil?" Treetiger barked the questions, her tail tip twitching as she waited for the answer. He wouldn't get out of this situation easily. She could feel the discomfort radiating from him, but that wouldn't stop her.
Of course, however, her gaze studied his work, her paws reaching up to fix anything that would start to peel. It was hard to bandage oneself and as much as Treetiger was upset with Fadingpaw, she wouldn't let him drown yet. He was one cat she'd turned to about her voices before. She couldn't let him slip their secret to anyone... if he even remembered it to begin with. A slip up meant she'd have to silence him... and no one wants that bumblebreak would.
Mantispaw [ @SillyLittleCherry ]
Treetiger listened to the apprentice, her ears swirling towards Dragonflypaw as her voice piped up over the noises in her mind. Her gaze would shift from one sibling to the next before lolling towards the shadows on the wall, staring blankly in that direction. Well, they were all out of luck because Treetiger had no idea what was going on and simply no idea what herbs to give her. Were there herbs for this? Honestly, she had no idea.
"I don't know." Treetiger spoke simply, her gaze momentarily meeting Mantispaw's before they'd stare into the shadows of the den again. "I don't know... I don't know..." she murmur, repeating herself a couple times before her ears twitched at a ringing in her head. smaller meals... easier on stomach... her head would tilt a little. chervil for stomachaches and infections. STOMACHACHES."Chervil. Dragonflypaw, grab a few leaves," Treetiger spoke, her head tilting to look towards the herb storage. Perhaps not the best herb for this, but Treetiger could only go off herbs she knew... which wasn't many.
"Mantispaw," Treetiger spoke casually as her apprentice was doing whatever it was, she was doing. "Eat the chervil leaves. Try... it..." she hummed a little, looking away from the apprentice and pawing at the dirt. "Try it right before ya eat a meal. Let me know how it goes. Take three leaves with you. Three attempts. Report back," Treetiger spoke, gesturing for her apprentice to hand over three leaves.
Orangeflower [ @Rowan ] "Perhaps... stomach bug," Treetiger echoed, although her mind raced to the nursery for some reason. Slowly, she began to piece together some things, recalling what Sparrowpelt had said before about Drizzlecloud. The queen had gone through similar symptoms.. but for what? Her eyes drifted towards Orangeflower once more, giving her a quick look over from where she sat, and then she put it together.
Her forepaw stomped on the ground before Dragonflypaw, gaze shifted towards the apprentice with a curious glow. "Pregnancy," she spoke softly, almost a question she wanted Dragonflypaw to answer... but how would they know? Her gaze darted towards Orangeflower and Treetiger finally got to her paws, gliding over and starting to circle the warrior. The curious light remained in her eyes as she'd randomly poke or sniff at the other feline. A familiar scent would begin to creep into her senses. It was a sweet one, similar to the nursery. It was faint, very faint, but anyone who'd spent time in the nursery would know it.
"Orangeflower, you're looking rounder than I last saw you, and your-" she'd give the warrior a quick sniff, being the weirdo, she was. "-your scent, it's changing," she was mostly voicing these thoughts aloud for her apprentice to listen to. Treetiger lowered her haunches, sitting in front of the warrior with a slight head tilt and her gaze avoiding Orangeflowers, though staring at a space behind the queen to avoid looking totally crazy right now. "Perhaps... you're a queen to-be."
Drizzlepaw [ @c1nder ]
Come to think of it, Drizzlepaw did look rather glossy. However, Treetiger wasn't expecting the comment about the fur being constantly wet. Her eyes narrowed with suspicion and her paw would reach out and carefully prod the soggy apprentice. A hiss of discomfort and sudden jerk of her leg was enough to tell anyone that Drizzlepaw was NOT lying. "WHY ARE YOU DAMP?" She'd exclaim, more so an echo of his concern. "Is this one of those StarClan things! A curse or something! Sparrowpelt really picks them out well, picking you guys out," Treetiger raised a brow with the comments. It was an offended tone that was poorly masking a more light-hearted one. Drizzlepaw was simply lucky to be a Sparrow-kid. Treetiger would've reacted much more poorly to him otherwise.
Oh! The cough. Yes. "Your cough.. is it happening right now?" Treetiger would ask in a less focused manner as her eyes avoided his. Her tongue swiped over her paw to clean it of whatever Drizzlepaw was covered in. What was the source of his dampness? Sweat?! Tears?! She couldn't risk it! NOPE! "Feel free to chime in, Dragonflypaw," she'd add at the end with another swipe of her tongue.
Mothflame [ @Star ]
She could smell them before she saw them. Her eyes darting to the den entrance as two felines entered. The warrior seemed unamused to be here, surely have been dragged in by Dragonflypaw. Mothflame's comments on the subject were ignored. A grimace simply remained on her face and her tail twitched behind her. "Ya smell bad," Treetiger spoke outright, eyes studying the wounds on the warrior's leg before lolling towards the herbal storage. That must've been the source, yep. Perhaps her tail, too? She could hardly tell what was new and what was older. Her gaze shot towards her apprentice with a thoughtful look. Dragonflypaw had some basic training, it was time to put it to the test. She had a brief walkthrough with Sparrowpelt now, but Bumblebreak and Mudhound were her first practical use and knowledge of infection herbs. "What would you do?" she inquired to her. Dragonflypaw wanted to drag Mothflame in here? Well, she could learn how to care for her first official patient. Her gaze avoided both of them, now, focusing on the herb storage and the shadows around it.
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DRAGONFLYPAW
Thunderclan Medicine Cat Apprentice ~ 10 moons ~ She/Her
"If you're going to be mean, then do it elegantly."
Prison Escape T1 | Silver Tongue T1
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Cuddle Puddle
Dragonflypaw said nothing as Treetiger examined her work, waiting silently beside the mossy nest, ears perked and awaiting her judgement. When she received a nod, it was as though a small weight had been lifted from her chest. She wasn't a failure after all. At the tripod's words, a tiny chuckle escaped her lips- Just a tiny one. "Thank you Mudhound." Was all the cream speckled she-cat said. Thank you for the herbal knowledge. After that, she listened to her mentor's next instruction. With a dip of her head, the apprentice picked up the three mice, offering it to each warrior in turn, yellow eyes bright and sharp. "Here. Want the mice?" Dragonfly asked, tail twitching slightly. Her eyes turned to the honey as Tree offered it to Violetfreckle, flicking her ear. Must be from Mudhound's advice.
Mantispaw
Dragonflypaw twitched her ears as the Medic spoke, face calm but otherwise mostly emotionally unresponsive. "Alright." The pretty she-cat said clearly when told to get the herb. The apprentice disappeared into the herb storage with an elegant flick of her tail, shadows swallowing her pelt as she fetched Chervil. Speaking of which. Treetiger had emphasised leaves. Did that mean there were other parts, that did other things? She would figure that out, oh yes she would. For now, the she-cat simply took the three Chervil leaves and re-emerged from the storage, holding them delicately between her teeth. She handed them to her sister, flicking Mantispaw with her tail. A hint of comfort.
Orangeflower
Dragonfly still didn't really know what was the matter with Orangeflower, so she kept quiet as her mentor thought. An unrecognisable emotion flashed across her face for less then a second, before she smoothed over it. That was because Treetiger had whispered to her. 'Pregnant?' The Medicine Cat apprentice was still trying to absorb that when the older cat began circling the warrior, doing -an albeit weird- examination. Calling out the symptoms as well, probably for her benefit. Dragonflypaw memorised them. So, changing scent -She could tell the difference now- And her body was rounder, her appetite increased, and so on. Interesting... At Treetiger's last words, it all clicked into place for Dragonfly. Ah, so Orangeflower was pregnant. With a graceful flick of her long tail, the dark, cream speckled apprentice murmured a quiet, "Congratulations." to the queen.
Drizzlepaw
So that was why he was here. The apprentice was... wet. Dragonfly looked at her mentor, rather astonished, when she yelled, though her face didn't change much. Gingerly, the Medic in-training reached out a paw and gently poked Drizzlepaw's side. Only to recoil in disbelief at the wetness that met her paw. Eh...? She rather doubted the Starclan theory, but with all the things she'd heard about, and there really being no other explanation for this, who knows. And a cough as well... Hm. Confusing. She honestly didn't want to chime in, but at Treetiger's insistence, she simply meowed, "I honestly do not see any other explanation for the damp fur other than a Starclan curse thing. The cough could be a result of constant dampness and exposure to cold as well. I do not know for that one." It was true- She knew like, nothing about illnesses. Of any kind.
Mothflame
Dragonflypaw almost laughed when Tree called the fearsome warrior smelly. But she didn't, instead her eyes twinkling with humor. That was bold, but Mothflame wouldn't dare attack the Medicine Cat, so it was rather funny. And bold wasn't out of the ordinary for her mentor anyway. She had been examining the leopard-printed she-cat's leg with sharp yellow eyes while that happened, taking in and assessing the leg injury as best she could. It was clearly infected, and looked painful, which was proven when Dragonflypaw picked up on Moth's barely noticeable winces. She almost jumped out of her fur, though, when Treetiger asked what she would do. Wait.. She was expected to solve this herself.
Biting her lip, the apprentice thought for a second, going over her knowledge so far. Infection.. marigold was apparently useful, but this infection was bad, so.... Chervil. Chervil leaves. And cobwebs. Dragonflypaw hesitated a moment, unsure if she was supposed to simply say, or get the herbs and do it herself. After a second, she said, "I would use Chervil leaves for the infection, and chew them up and apply them. And then.. Soak and wrap the cobwebs around the wound." That sounded good. The beautiful, dark russet and brown she-cat padded elegantly into the herb storage, looking around. She picked out two Chervil leaves, and a stick wrapped in cobwebs, before padding gently back out. Just in case, the apprentice looked to her mentor before she applied anything. Just for confirmation.
- Fadingpaw -
- He/They - 15 Moons - ThunderClan Apprentice -
- A large dark brown tom with a darker back and lighter underbelly, a missing hind leg -
Fading is not out as demi yet !!
cw; self-hate, depression, mild ptsd
Fadingpaw stiffened once the new medic started asking questions. He clenched his jaws, taking a few breaths before forcing words out of his mouth. "B-Both H. elp w-w-with Im-fect. ons. B-B. But," the tripod paused, gasping for air. It was so hard to speak, and he hated it. Once the tripod was able to breathe, he continued. "H-Had M.More C-Cher.vi.l. A-An.D. H-Hor. S-S-Se.T-Tail. H. elp w-with mi.nor b-bl.eedin. S-S-So s-s-save. f-for t-t-that."
Finally, end of the explanation. Fadingpaw took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. Hopefully the medic understood part of his explanation, because he wasn't repeating it. "A-An.y. O-Oth.e-er. Q-Ques.tions?" The former medic asked, flicking an ear, dipping his head thankfully as Treetiger fixed his bandages. Not his best work, but he was doing it on himself, so it was much more difficult.
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Bean's favorite staff member Lillian was here
lio sneezed here (achoo)
you see crude graffiti... it spells "velli wuz here"
Rose caught the sickness (oh dear)
fade summons a prowler to chase rose
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oooohkay so still didnt know why his fur was constantly wet, the medics were just as confused as he was. "i dont know. thats why i came to you two." he mumbled, he probably was cursed, yeah. "when i was a kit it was leaf-bare and it was so cold i couldnt go outside because my fur would start to freeze!" oh yeah his cough.
"yup! but its nothing more than a mild annoyance... i would come see you if it was affecting the way i could do my duties!" he paused as he listened to dragonflypaw "could it be caused by my dampness? if it is, is there no cure to it?"
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Her ears twitched at TreeTiger’s words — a queen to-be — and for a moment, all the sounds of camp seemed to blur into the background. She blinked once. Then again. “…Pregnant?” the word came out breathless, like she wasn’t sure if she was asking or repeating.
Her gaze flicked down to her paws, then to her belly — which did look more round then she had really accounted for before now that she really looked at it. She swallowed, hard. A thousand thoughts buzzed at the edges of her mind, none forming fully. Her scent… had she noticed the change?
“I didn’t…” She trailed off, then straightened her posture with forced steadiness. “I thought I was just eating more because of the cold.”
There was no anger in her tone. Just a quiet kind of disbelief.
She looked at DragonflyPaw, then at TreeTiger, something like stunned vulnerability softening her usually composed expression. “You’re sure? I- mean- sorry- I don’t doubt you! I’m just shocked. I’m sure your right- uhm-” she cleared her through quickly, feeling a sudden energy buzzing through her. “What should I…how long until I should move into the nursery? Are there any other…precautions I should take beforehand?”
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